And, . . today they all drive big trucks. Unmarked. No DOT numbers.
With near-invisible chase vehicles and silent chopters overhead to guard the rig ferrying sealed loads from 14-stories below Mt Weather and running cross-continent non-stop to go deeeep within Cheyenne Mountain
“Miles past the blast doors, dude. Miles.”
Hell, just last month drove her onto USNS Cape Inscription RO/RO to meet an Ohio-Class in the Pacific Test Range. Flipped the chassis locks and the 22-ton container lifted itself off the trailer . . . and hovered on out.
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